The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 967 Negligence
  "Aren't you afraid that I will destroy your lair?"

Allen's cooking skills became more and more exquisite, and it wasn't long before he was cooking several new dishes in front of the dragon, which attracted the other party's salivation.

When everything was ready, the two of them sat at the dining table made from local materials and began to eat facing the desolate black mountaintop scenery, Allen couldn't help but joke to Figueras.

"It's just a temporary volcano. It would be a pity even if it was destroyed!"

Figueras transformed into a bugbear, sitting upright in a rare situation, holding a pair of gold knives and forks, savoring the food in front of him in a decent manner, and at the same time responded to Allen's questions indifferently.

"With my current strength, there won't be much difference no matter where I sleep. It's just that I'm used to living in lava, so I don't have to worry about being disturbed."

"If having a volcano nest can help improve your cooking skills, then it's worth destroying it!"

"Haha, I hope this is your truth!"

Allen smiled slightly, and was indeed quite satisfied with the scene where Figueras showed him the fire element in this crater.

Compared with chasing the cumulonimbus clouds floating everywhere, this volcano that can never run away is indeed a place worthy of Allen's stay and try his new cooking skills.

Although it now seems that it also has inconveniences. For example, after a fire element riot, it will take a long time for the volcano to reabsorb the fire element, but it also gave Allen a summary after the experiment.

"You can tell me first. If you want to reproduce your previous cooking skills, besides this elemental gathering vision, what other materials are needed? I'll see how I can help you collect them."

Figueras seems to be very enthusiastic and active about this matter, perhaps because it involves improving its own strength and preparing for the next three thousand years of difficulty in losing its scales.

"That must be the ingredients. I need fire element ingredients of high level and above, and of course it is best to be legendary level."

Allen is not polite. Anyway, if he really wants to succeed, the dragon Figueras will be the first to benefit. This can be regarded as a mutually beneficial thing.

And the reason why Allen found this volcano lair was not just to apologize to Figueras. He had already calculated the appeal of his cooking to this giant dragon, and he could use this guy as a free labor force to go there. Collect various ingredients.

There are a lot of good things in the legendary dragon's collection. As a fire dragon, there will naturally be materials related to the fire element in its collection. As long as it is sincerely interested in Allen's cooking, then the other party will definitely give up the collection in the end. , contribute the materials and hand them over to Allen for disposal.

Not only can he obtain precious materials at no cost and gain free labor, but he can also hone his cooking skills and let others accept his favor. Allen's inner abacus is so shrewd that he is now immersed in beautiful illusions. The giant dragon in it has not yet figured out the joints.

"No problem. Starting tomorrow, I will go out to search for traces of fire monsters."

"I remember that there were traces of salamanders deep in the Tagan Desert."

The two of them happily completed the assignment of tasks to each other for the next period of time while feasting on the delicious food.

Since the strange phenomenon occurred in the middle of the night, the volcanic community zone deep in the Catol Mountains has become a restricted area for adventurers.

In fact, even without the sudden strict prohibition issued by the senior officials of Green Field, the adventurers who usually crawl around in the Cattor Mountains rarely set foot on the volcanic community deep in the mountains, because they all know that the legendary dragon has already It regarded the volcano as its nest.

It's just that now that the ban has been issued, the volcano will make a lot of noise from time to time, and sometimes it will be accompanied by a dazzling glow that shines across the sky. At first glance, it seems that there is something magical or something magical. Some kind of natural treasure is about to take shape.

Regarding such visions, there are countless versions of rumors circulating privately. It is said that several master craftsmen of the Green Field Tribe are working together to create a semi-divine artifact; or that the Green Field Tribe is digging into a volcano. Precious metals such as gold and mithril appear in the lava flowing in the mountains; or.
  However, the actual situation is not as mysterious and beautiful as everyone imagined. Allen, who is standing at the mouth of the lava pool on the top of the volcano, is covered in smoke and fire. The hair that has finally grown out is now messy, and many places have been burned again. There's something funny about being naked.

Relying on his strong physical strength, Allen plunged his hands directly into the hot, red lava pool and stirred it for a while. Bubbles emerged from the bottom of the pool and made a popping sound.

As the lava flows, a vortex gradually rises at the mouth of the pool. The cavity at the core of the vortex gradually sinks to the bottom of the pool as the lava rotates faster and faster.

Vast amounts of orange-red gas floated out of the air column formed by the rotation of the vortex, and gradually formed a faint, orange-yellow mist above the crater.

But as the mist gradually thickened, the temperature above the mountain pass began to rise suddenly. Taking advantage of the cold night, a thin layer of ice finally condensed on the surface of the mountain top. Now it turned into water vapor again, and began to form on the top of the mountain. A white mist is generated.

Seeing that the vortex column in the center of the lava pool reached six or seven meters wide, and the orange-red mist coming out of it became thicker and thicker, Allen pulled his hands out of the churning lava, and then there was an iron pot and a spatula between his hands.

The realm of the God of Cookery had already begun. The iron pot in Allen's hand was pointed at the layer of red mist above the sky that was constantly swaying. Then, as if being pulled by some mysterious force, the layers of red mist floated down from the sky one after another, obediently hovering over Allen. Hovering above the iron pot.

As the spatula in Allen's right hand rubbed against the iron pot again and again like a symphony baton, the red mist swirling above the iron pot also danced and changed into endless shapes.

Allen's heartstrings were tense, and his eyes could not accommodate anything else except the red mist above the iron pot that was constantly being drawn closer and more condensed.

This time the cooking with the fire element has reached a critical moment. In countless attempts before this, Allen finally failed to incorporate the fire element into the iron pot. As long as he can successfully condense the fire element into liquid this time and compress it into the iron pot, he will be one step closer to success.

Just when the red mist gradually turned into a drizzle and was about to fall into the iron pot that had been prepared for a long time, Allen's brain suddenly felt a throbbing pain. His originally steady output of mental power became weak, and he almost lost control of the shape of the red mist. . The red mist condensed into a ball with a diameter of more than one meter continued to shrink and expand, as if there were living things inside resisting and twisting, until Allen's face was covered with countless fine sweats, and a spatula slapped and teased the irregular shape of the ball back and forth. It took a while for him to settle down again.

After all, he is not a professional spellcaster. His perceptual affinity and control over natural elements are still far behind. Even if Allen's mental power is still strong, he cannot do it as easily as a spellcaster.

Sometimes Allen even thought about going over to study how spellcasters cast magic, maybe he could find the key, but when he thought about the huge difference between his profession and spellcasters, as well as the profound mysteries of magic, Allen gave up rationally.

It cannot be that every magic chef who has improved his skills to the end needs to delve into magic-related knowledge in order to go further on this path. This will obviously create a huge threshold for the magic chef profession and is not conducive to its promotion and development. , does not conform to Allen's future plans for this major.

Looking at the alchemy, blacksmithing and other majors next door, the craftsmen there are not required to delve into magic in depth, which shows that the magic chef's cooking skills must have their own correct path.

As the founder of the current magic chef profession, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are ahead, Allen must have the courage to face them head-on and solve them, so that magic cooking skills can have a broad world.

"call!!"

Taking a deep breath, the several legendary specialties he had chosen to make up for his mental deficiencies finally came into use at this time. He suppressed all the discomfort and depletion in his spiritual world, like With the difficulty of squeezing toothpaste, a few spiritual hairsprings were gathered from the spiritual world again, and with the spatula waving in the right hand, they were lightly and carefully pushing and carving back and forth on the edge of the red mist.

Another half a magic hour passed, and the red mist finally turned into tiny drizzles, dripping into the iron pot that Allen held steadily in his left hand, and finally condensed into a shallow layer of red at the bottom of the pot. liquid.

call! !

Allen's left hand holding the iron pot suddenly raised a flame, burning directly on the bottom of the pot in the form of an angry flame. At the same time, his right hand was not idle, and continued to skillfully follow his inner feelings, burning on the edge of the pot and in the void. Waving out a series of mysterious patterns.

I don’t know how long it has been, but when Allen felt that the world of spiritual power was withered and dim, and it was no longer possible to squeeze out even a trace of spiritual power, in the pot that his family spent a lot of energy to collect materials for him to build, there was a broad bean. A large and small crimson ball finally took shape.

There is also a layer of virtual flames on the surface of the ball, which is constantly spitting tongues of fire. The ball formed by condensing pure fire elements may not seem big, but it is the lava of a volcano that stretches for hundreds of miles that has been gathered for several days. Element, its power is definitely not inferior to a legendary caster's full blow.

Just after the fire element ball was finalized, Allen finally stopped all movements. He tilted the iron pot with his left hand upwards, and the ball flew lightly into the air for two or three meters. By the time it landed, Allen had already put back the kitchen utensils in his hand. , one right hand was wrapped in the flame of anger, and he steadily caught the fire element ball.

".Uh."

Everything was at the final stage, and when he saw that he was just one step away from becoming his final successful experiment after countless attempts in recent years, Allen suddenly found that he seemed to be in a speechless embarrassment.

Even if the elements are condensed into a substance-like existence by Allen's cooking techniques, it cannot really be regarded as an edible ingredient, but should be integrated with the real cooking ingredients. Only when they complement each other can they be effective.

Even if he is as powerful as a saint like Allen, he does not have the confidence and courage to put this burning ball into his mouth and eat it as a real broad bean.

But he spent too much energy on condensing the elements, and only focused on breaking through the most difficult levels, but forgot to prepare a suitable carrier for this condensed element.

At this time, Allen did not have a suitable and well-cooked dish around him to hold this condensation of elements that would enhance the quality of the dish, so he could only pinch this hot potato like a ball between his fingers.

boom! !

Finally, the mental hairspring that restrained the fire element was exhausted, and the elemental ball became unstable again and began to riot. Allen was forced to throw it away in pain. The elemental ball exploded as soon as he got rid of it. The manic and ferocious fire element suddenly burst into flames like a wild horse. Covering the entire mountain peak.

All combustible objects on the top of the mountain were burned to ashes, and the ground turned into a glaze. A disgraced Allen flew out of the clouds of sparks. After finally escaping from the dangerous sea of ​​fire, he turned around and faced his own cheek. He slapped me hard! !
  "I'm such a fool!!"

An experiment that was about to be successful ended up being wasted just because of my lack of preparation. I don’t know how long it will take me to do what I did today next time!

What makes Allen feel distressed the most is that this is a waste of a fire element condensate. For the tribe, there is one less talent who is at least a high-level fire spell caster. How can Allen not feel sad!

But I can't blame Allen himself. After all, after so many years of continuous attempts, they have always ended in failure. Who can imagine when success will occur.

Magic dishes are different from potions and magic scrolls. They will consume magic power due to changes in temperature, taste, etc. Even the best preservation methods cannot ensure their long-term preservation. Generally speaking, the magic power of a dish will begin to dissipate at most half a month after it is successfully prepared. After two or three months, the magic power of the dish will dissipate and the dish will become a piece of useless waste.

Therefore, Allen never places magic dishes on him. Anyway, with his level of strength, he can cook corresponding dishes at any time as long as the ingredients are used.

It took Allen some time to barely regain his calm state of mind, and then he was busy cleaning up the explosion he had caused. Then he sat down on the glazed ground again and began to treat himself. Summary of an attempt.

Although he still fell short in the end, at least this time, Allen saw the dawn of victory. At the same time, because of this failure, he was reminded of a problem that he had been ignoring before.

Although the magic power that I treated as ingredients the last time I cooked originated from nature, there was also magic power escaping from the ingredients. This meant that there was no connection between the seemingly unrelated magic power and the ingredients. In fact, they are also connected internally.

Perhaps, I only focused on condensing the elements, but ignored the potential connection between the elements and the ingredients?
  (End of this chapter)